Maid for Spanking by Paige TylerCleaning really isn't her thing, but polishing silver and dusting furniture doesn't seem so bad when she meets her first client, the gorgeous Steven Hughes, if she can just put up with all his spankings!
Colleen Palmer hates her job as a computer programmer. The pay is good, but the hours are terrible, and what's worse, she never gets to work on anything interesting. Unable to take it anymore, she quits to go in search of her dream job. In the meantime, though, she still has to pay the bills, so she lets her friend talk her into becoming a maid for Silicon Valley's rich and famous.
Cleaning really isn't her thing, but polishing silver and dusting furniture doesn't seem so bad when she meets her first client, the gorgeous Steven Hughes. It might not be her dream job, but on top of making some pretty damn good money and setting her own hours, she gets to spend her day with a hot and hunky guy.
There are some drawbacks to working for Steve, though. One, he tends to be a little obsessive compulsive about how he likes his house cleaned. And two, he has an annoying habit of spanking her every time she doesn't follow orders. But everything changes when her curiosity gets the better of her and she sneaks into his secret room to discovers he's a computer programmer just like her. And that working alongside him might just be the dream job she's been looking for. If she can put up with all his spankings.
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Maid for Spanking (Sample Chapter)
Cleaning really isn't her thing, if she can just put up with all her boss's spankings! Erotic bare bottom domestic discipline spanking story.
© Paige Tyler and Blushing Publications. 2013
What the hell had she been thinking? Colleen Palmer seriously doubted her sanity as she pulled the minivan to a stop outside the big, two-story home in the luxurious Los Altos Hills. She didn't even like to clean her own apartment and now she'd taken a job as a maid so she could clean up after someone else? Maybe quitting her computer programming job hadn't been such a good idea.
She had enjoyed the work. And it was what she'd gone to college for. But back when she'd been pulling those all-nighters at Stanford, she'd had visions of working with visionaries to write programs that would make the world a better place. Instead, the software engineering firm had hired her to sit in a cubicle and find mistakes in other people's programs all day. It was the bottom rung on the programming ladder and lots of people she'd gone to school with were doing the same thing, but that didn't mean she liked it any better.
She probably could have put up with the debugging work, but the software company refused to hire enough programmers to do the job. That had meant putting in fourteen-hour days and working almost every weekend. The money she'd made—which, let's face it, had been great—wasn't worth the hit her social life had taken. She hadn't gotten together with her friends more than a handful of times since getting the job. And as for boyfriends, forget it. She hadn't had a date in the two years she'd worked at the place. Probably because the only guys she'd met were the ones at work, and most of them would rather hang out with their computers than with another human being.
So, after a much-needed girls' night out with her best friend Kristy Lawson two weeks ago, she'd realized she was tired of missing out on life, and quit. The rush of freedom had been exhilarating—until her bank account started to dwindle. She'd saved up a lot of the money she'd made and she didn't want to end up spending all of it while she sat around trying to figure out what she was going to do. She didn't want to walk away from her programming degree completely, but she didn't want another job that consumed her every waking hour, either. Unfortunately, that kind of position was hard to find. She had bills to pay in the meantime, though, which meant she'd needed to get some type of temporary work while she waited for her dream job to fall into her lap. Hence, the maid gig.
It had actually been Kristy who'd talked her into taking the job. Kristy had been cleaning houses for over a year now and loved it. Apparently, she thought it'd be a good fit for Colleen, too.
"You're joking, right?" Colleen said when her friend had first suggested it. "I don't know the first thing about cleaning houses."
"It's easy. You just do what you do to your place."
Colleen let out a snort. "I'm lucky I remember to take out the trash."
Kristy laughed. "You'll have to do a little bit more than that. But it's easy. It's all in the handbook."
Handbook? There was actually a handbook?
Colleen eyed her friend over the rim of her coffee cup. "Kristy, you have a degree in education. Why in the world would you want to clean houses for a living when you could be a teacher?"
"Because I make more cleaning houses than I ever could teaching. Not only is there a full benefits package, but I have a big say in my hours, which means I don't have to work weekends."
Colleen chewed on her lower lip. "I don't know. I'm not sure I want to clean up after other people."
Kristy waved her hand. "All of our customers are rich. Their homes are already spotless to begin with. Our job is to keep them that way. It's not like you're going to be scrubbing floors on your hands and knees, Cinderella."
Colleen still wasn't convinced. "Maybe I should see if they need another barista," she said, glancing at the girl behind the counter. "I'm at Starbucks all the time anyway, and at least I know how to make coffee."
"Being a barista doesn't pay as much."
"What do you make?"
Colleen hated asking such a nosy question, but she had to know what kind of money they were talking about. Her jaw just about dropped when Kristy told her how much she made. It was practically what she'd made as an entry-level programmer.
Kristy nodded. "People are willing to pay a lot of money for top-quality service. One thing that keeps a lot of people from hiring a maid service is the security concern. They're uncomfortable with letting just anyone have free roam in their homes. The company I work for is the only one in the industry that does full background checks on its employees. Plus, we're one-hundred percent bonded and insured. People will pay a lot of money for that sense of security."
Colleen chewed on her bottom lip again. For the kind of money she'd be making, how bad could it be? Like Kristy said, it's not as if she'd be scrubbing floors.
"Come on," her friend urged. "Give it a try. We're like one big family. I guarantee you'll love working there."
"Okay," Colleen agreed. "But only until I get a job programming."
After she'd been hired, Colleen spent a week working with some of the other women so she could learn the ropes. Kristy had been right. The work was easy and the other maids were fun to hang out with. She hadn't laughed so much since college. But now that she was about to tackle her first solo assignment, she was starting to second guess her decision. She didn't know that much about cleaning, and the thought of being by herself in a stranger's house made her uneasy.
It didn't help that Kristy and the other women had giggled when she told them the address of her first client. It made Colleen wonder if there was something they weren't telling her about this particular homeowner. What if this were some kind of initiation thing and they were setting her up with a jackass who'd find fault with everything she did?
Guess there was only one way to find out.
Tightening her grip on the clipboard in her hand, Colleen took a deep breath, tucked back a stray strand of blond hair that had escaped her ponytail and rang the doorbell. Though she had both a key to the house as well as the code for the security system, the other maids had told her to always ring the doorbell first to see if the client was home before going inside. She hoped he wasn't there. She was a little nervous at the thought of someone standing around watching her fumble through the act of cleaning.
As she waited, Colleen glanced down at her clipboard for the owner's name. Steven Hughes.
When Mr. Hughes didn't answer, Colleen took out the key to unlock the door when it swung open. Startled, she stood there for a moment, speechless. She'd assumed Steven Hughes would be an older man, simply because the house was so freaking expensive, but the man who stood in the doorway looked as if he wasn't much older than she was. Tall, with dark hair, well-chiseled features and a body that obviously spent a lot of time in a gym, he was easily the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. Even the wire-rimmed glasses he wore, which by rights should have detracted from his good looks, made him even more handsome.
He took in her long, blond hair and tall, slender figure with a sweep of his gaze. "Can I help you?"
God, even his voice was sexy. "I'm Colleen Palmer," she said, then quickly added, "From the cleaning service."
His gaze went to the embroidered You've Got it Maid! logo on the left corner of the navy T-shirt she'd been given to wear. His blue eyes narrowed. "What happened to Gina? My usual maid."
She frowned, taken aback by the question. "I don't know. I'm new."
Steven Hughes was silent for so long that Colleen thought he wasn't going to let her in, but then he took a step back. Clipboard in hand, she stepped past him into the entryway.
Wow, was the first word that came to mind when she looked around. The place was even nicer on the inside. Really nice. It wasn't mansion-size, but everything in it spoke of quality and money. Off to the left was a sunken living room with high-end furniture and built-in bookcases. To the right was a spacious, open-concept kitchen and connecting dining room. Even as she took it all in, she couldn't help but notice there weren't any photos or knickknacks anywhere. It was as if everything in the place had been selected by an interior designer.
"I suppose that the service gave you a list of instructions?" he asked as he closed the door.
She turned back around to face him. "Yes."
"Good. Let me show you around and cover anything they might have missed."
Kristy had told her that some clients might have special instructions, so Colleen wasn't surprised. But as she followed Steven Hughes through the beautiful two-story house, she quickly learned why the other maids had been amused when they heard she was cleaning his house. The guy clearly had serious control issues.
"The television and stereo equipment need to be cleaned every day. And pay special attention to the TV screen. I hate streaks on my television screen," he said as they stepped down into the sunken living room. "You'll need to vacuum every day as well, and when you do, make sure the tassels on the edges of the area rug are perfectly straight after you're finished."
Colleen lifted a brow, but didn't say anything.
"You can dust the bookcases every other day," he continued. "But don't use a moist cloth. I don't want the books damaged."
Colleen looked around for a hidden camera, wondering if this was some kind of joke, but she couldn't find one. Okay, so maybe Kristy and the other maids weren't punking her. Which meant Steven Hughes was seriously OCD.
"The windows only need to be cleaned once a week," he said as they made their way into the huge kitchen. "And be careful not to leave any streaks."
She bit her tongue to keep from saying something she shouldn't.
"You'll need to mop the floors every day, as well as clean the pots and pans, and the glassware that's out." He gestured to the stem glasses hanging upside down underneath one section of cabinets "And don't forget to clean behind the refrigerator frequently."
He had so many instructions Colleen wondered if she should be writing them down. She didn't want Mr. Perfection thinking she was a moron, though, so she committed everything to memory instead. Besides, he was going so fast she probably wouldn't be able to keep up anyway.
After taking her through the rest of the house and giving her even more detailed instructions in the master bedroom and home gym upstairs, Steven Hughes took her back down to the living room, where he led her over to a set of double doors.
"This is the one room in the house that's off-limits. Nothing in there needs to be cleaned, so there's no reason for you to go in." He gave her a stern look. "Is that understood?"
Colleen bristled at his tone. It made her feel like she was being taken to task by the school principal.
He gave her a curt nod. "Good." Hand on the doorknob, he turned back to her. "One more thing. I don't like to be disturbed while I'm working, so try to keep the noise down."
Colleen had to resist the urge to salute as he disappeared into the room. She tried to catch a glimpse of what was in there, but he closed the door before she could see anything. Well, one thing was for sure. The man might be a walking Abercrombie and Fitch ad, but he was definitely a weird one. At least he wasn't going to be hovering over her while she worked.
She looked around the roomy living area. Where should she start? Since it looked as if she was going to be cleaning his house every day anyway, she supposed it didn't matter where she started. Deciding on the kitchen, she went out to the minivan the cleaning company had given her to drive and grabbed her supplies.
Everything in the kitchen, from the state-of-the-art appliances to the expensive tile floor was already squeaky clean, but Colleen dutifully wiped down the granite countertops and polished each and every stem glass. And though it seemed like a waste of time to her, especially since they looked as if they'd never been used, she cleaned the pots and pans hanging from the rack above the center island as well. After that, she quickly ran a mop over the floor before moving into the living room.
Since the television and stereo equipment had obviously been cleaned the day before, it didn't take but a few minutes to run a cloth over the flat-screen plasma TV and high-tech electronic equipment. Once that was done, she went to get the vacuum out of the utility closet Hughes had pointed out earlier.
As she vacuumed the plush wool area rug, Colleen found herself wondering whether Hughes lived alone. She found it hard to believe that a guy as gorgeous as he was didn't have a girlfriend somewhere. Then again, he might have a hard time finding a woman who could put up his idiosyncrasies. Although, with his money and those chiseled good looks, most women would probably be willing to overlook Mr. Perfection's OCD.
Colleen ran the vacuum over the section of the rug on either side of the couch, then in front of the low-slung coffee table. She was thinking how incredibly easy it was to clean a carpet that had obviously never even seen dirt much less made friends with it when the vacuum suddenly stopped. Frowning, she flipped the switch off then on, but the vacuum still wouldn't work. She turned to see if she'd jerked the plug out of the wall and was jumped when she saw Steven Hughes standing there with it in his hand.
He scowled. "What the hell are you doing?"
What the hell did it look like she was doing? "Vacuuming."
Colleen gritted her teeth. He sounded like he was talking to a child who should know better. "You told me you wanted the rug vacuumed, so that's what I'm doing."
His brows drew together. "I also said I wanted you to keep the noise down."
How the heck did he expect her to vacuum quietly? She would have asked, but getting into a fight with a client her first day on the job probably wouldn't be a good idea.
"Fine. I won't vacuum. But don't complain that the rug isn't clean."
Giving the cord a jerk, she yanked it out of his hand and angrily wrapped it around the hooks on the vacuum. Across the room, Steven Hughes muttered something under his breath she couldn't catch.
She whirled around to face him, pinning his with a glare. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you'd better start treating me with a little more respect, or you'll be cleaning your own damn house."
Colleen turned back to finish wrapping the cord, only to gasp when a hand caught her arm and spun her around. She knew Hughes was tall, but she didn't realize how tall until now. He towered over her.
"You're the one who needs to learn some respect," he said. "I pay a lot for your cleaning service and I want it done right."
She lifted her chin. "I was doing it right until you came out here and got in my way. I was even going to make sure the tassels on your overpriced rug were all straight and pretty just like you ordered—which is beyond stupid, by the way. I'm a maid, not your slave, Mr, Hughes, so you can just go to hell."
Okay, so much for not getting into a fight with a client. She could kiss this job goodbye.
Abruptly realizing he was still holding onto her arm, Colleen tried to yank it free, but he tightened his grip. The next thing she knew, she was bent over the back of the sectional couch. What the hell?
She tried to push herself upright, but a strong hand on her back firmly pushed her down.
Colleen craned her neck to glare at him over her shoulder. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Let me go."
He glowered down at her with those incredible blue eyes of his. "Not until we get something straight. You might not be my slave, but I pay to have you come here and clean, not interrupt me while I'm working."
She could officially add arrogant to his list of flaws. And why the hell did he had to bend her over the couch to lecture her? She opened her mouth to ask when she felt his hand come down hard on her jean-clad ass.
Colleen's eyes went wide. She had to be imagining things, because there was no way he had just done that. But when his hand came down again, this time on her other cheek, she realized she hadn't been imagining it at all. Steven Hughes was spanking her.
"How dare you?" she demanded. "Let me up right now, you jerk!"
He ignored her, instead bringing his hand down over and over on her ass with smack after resounding smack. The spanks stung even through the thick material of her jeans, and as much as Colleen would have liked to have called him every insulting name she could think of, all she could do was let out a squeal of protest after each and every one. She'd never been so humiliated—or furious—in her whole life. When he let her up, she was going to slap that smug expression she knew he must be wearing right off his handsome face.
When Hughes finally released her, though, all Colleen did was glare up at him and rub her stinging ass cheeks.
"Consider that a warning," he told her. "Or next time, I'll spank you harder."
Next time? She would have told him there wasn't going to be a next time, but he was already heading for his secret room. When he reached the door, he turned around to look at her. "And leave the rest of the vacuuming until tomorrow."
Colleen stared at the closed door, her mouth open. She didn't think she'd ever met a more arrogant, domineering jackass in her whole life. Steven Hughes had to be out of his mind if he thought any woman would put up with that kind of treatment. She wouldn't be coming back tomorrow or any other day to vacuum his damn rug. In fact, the moment she left, she was going straight to the cleaning company and reporting him for what he did. They would blacklist him, or whatever it was that maid services did to asshole clients.
* * * * *
Steve swore under his breath as he flopped down into the expensive leather swivel chair that was more comfortable than the sectional couch in his living room and cost almost as much. What the hell had he been thinking, spanking Colleen Palmer like that? He'd be lucky if she didn't go straight to the cops and report him for assault.
When Colleen had introduced herself as the new maid, Steve had been surprised, especially since Gina—the previous maid—hadn't mentioned anything about her. It'd seemed a little suspicious to him, so he'd called the cleaning company to check out Colleen's story after showing her around the house. They'd confirmed the change, saying she was taking over for Gina.
Other than being relieved to learn Colleen did in fact work for the maid service and hadn't been a spy hired by one of his competitors looking to get their hands on the new video game he was designing, he hadn't given her much thought since retreating into his office. Okay, that wasn't entirely true. With her pouty lips, long blond hair and curvy figure, Colleen was difficult to get out of his head, and he'd ended up spending more time thinking of his new maid than writing game code. Once or twice, he'd almost left his office to get a cup of coffee he didn't want just to watch her work.
Since he had a ton of work to do on the computer program, he'd resisted the urge and put thoughts of the pretty Colleen out of his head. He was just trying to figure out why the recent code he'd written was so screwed up when she'd started vacuuming.
He'd only gone into the living room to ask her to vacuum later, but then she'd started shooting off her mouth, and the next thing he knew, he'd grabbed her arm and upended her over the couch for a good, sound spanking.
For the record, he didn't usually make a habit out of spanking women. He'd never put a women over his knee in his life until his ex-girlfriend Amanda had asked him to tan her ass. Amanda had liked being spanked for being a "bad girl," and would turn into a brat whenever she wanted him to do it. He'd felt a little weird about doing it at first, but when he saw how much it turned her on, he'd definitely gotten into the role as disciplinarian. Which, okay, had turned him on. That still didn't give him a free pass to spank his new maid, even if she had acted like a brat. Because while administering a few smacks to the seat of Colleen's tight jeans might have been enjoyable for him, Steve doubted his new maid had found it acceptable. Which meant he'd probably have to break in a whole new cleaning woman tomorrow. If the company even sent another maid. He might end up cleaning his own damn house.